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Met this one gal, Daisy, workin’ the corner near my bar. Sassy as hell, smoked like a chimney. Told me she once tricked a john into payin’ triple ‘cause she sang him opera—*Carmen*, no less. Laughed my ass off, surprised me she had pipes like that. “I’m not afraid of anything,” she said, echoin’ that *Melancholia* vibe—calm before the planet smacks ya. Made me happy for a sec, then pissed—why’s she stuck out there?

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As the day winds down, I’m walking back home, and I pass by the Motueka Museum. I’ve never been in, but I’m curious. I pop in, and it’s actually kinda cool. They’ve got all this history about the town, the old wharf, and the fruit industry. I’m learning stuff, and it’s kinda fascinating. Who knew Motueka had such a rich past?

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